You awaken to yet more movement. The shuffling of your tiny, cardboard prison and the rare muffled noises from outside have been your only company for what's felt like an eternity. How long have you been stuck in this box, anyway? You barely even remember how you got in...
As you think to yourself about your predicament, the movement picks up. Space in the box is so limited that you're unable to protect your face from repeatedly bumping the ceiling as you lay supine with your hands at your sides. Eventually the movement comes to a stop, replaced by a tearing sound at the end of your coffin. Was somebody trying to free you?
Suddenly, bright light overwhelms you as a massive pair of fingers grab hold of you by your feet, extracting you from the box before you can even react. Freedom at last!
Instead of releasing you after this liberation, however, additional fingers wrap around your entire body and envelop you even tighter than the box once had.
The shape of a humanoid slowly reveals itself as your eyes adjust to the light. A male human of some sort, that much is clear, but there's something else about him that you can't quite put your finger on. Something wrong...
He brings his face in very close as he studies your every detail, and that's when it hits you: he's Chinese.
"Oh god no," you mutter in Sylvan. All fairies knew of the Chinese and their passion for animal cruelty.
Your captor pulls back, carries you across the room and then unceremoniously dumps you into a glass terrarium, slamming it shut before your atrophied wing muscles can carry you out.
You watch as the human pulls out one of his presumably numerous camcorders and begins recording you silently.
Why is he recording you? You're just standing.
Turning around to investigate the rest of the terrarium, you notice a fearsome creature on the other side, prepared to fight you: a